First Cooking A.B. (After Baby)

I have been blessed with not having to cook the whole of these last 6 weeks. My first meal was some excellent French Toast with asparagus (more along side "with" the French Toast so much) and raspberries. It was beautiful, a riot of color. In all honesty, I wouldn't have had to cook tonight, either, but I had the time, Lily was okay in her swing (she wasn't digging the sling, but I did try), and I was hoping for a night of family bonding and romance. Mom had spent most of the day trying to wake up Lily, who stubbornly slept throught the entire visit, whereas when I was hoping, praying, begging for her to sleep in the evening, she was wide awake for hours (I've never seen her awake for that long on end) and fussy. Very fussy, wanting to nurse for hours on end themselves. It just about put me over the edge. I had been trying to get her to sleep so that I could have uninterupted time with Tiger since 6:00, and the little turkey refused slumber until nearly midnight! I wanted to drown my sorrows in cookies (fortunately for me I had used the last of our eggs for dinner). She did finally drop off around midnight.